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An Echo of Tears - Outcasted Shadow
Chapter I : Aeryn
The muffled sounds of weeping echoed across the lush green lands of Mirkwood. With the wind as the guide, the echoes made their way into a young elf's sensitive ears. All curiosity, the elf scrambled over thick layers of moss and dodged the swinging branches of leafy trees. Worrying over trampling any seedlings in his hurry, the youngster almost failed to see the small shadowy figure huddled beneath a prickly pine tree. Sidling closer, the child hesitated, then called out to the quivering creature.
"May I ask why you are weeping? For, your lonely sounds echo across the forests of Mirkwood and distresses those whose ears can catch on to your sobs."
The creature, without breaking rhythm, simply curled into a tighter ball and wailed, decidedly ignoring the polite young elf. Sighing, the youngster sat down next to the sobbing mass and crossed his legs, indian-style. Soon afterwards, as the young elf had cleverly calculated, the weeping ceased to nothing and the creature uncurled from its ball of misery.
Roughly pushing aside the hood of its cloak, the creature turned around to stare at the newcomer intruding on its territory.
With surprise, the youngster found himself faced with a female elf child barely older than he was with the most unusual eyes he'd ever seen. Both big and wet with glassy tears, one eye was the colour of leaves in the summer whilst the other eye was the colour of spring violets. Currently, both eyes were watching him owlishly, a frown defiant on her face.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice slightly a pitch higher than necessary.
"Legolas of Mirkwood Forest."
Silent, she examined him. Tall, gracefully so, with golden hair and big blue eyes. The perfect golden boy. Probably become a heartbreaker someday when he was older. With a smirk, she pondered whether or not she should respond.
"Aeryn. Aeryn of nowhere for I do not know where I come from."
He could tell the words saddened her for her eyes dimmed slightly. Her answer, he decided, was satisfactory. Practically flooded with questions, he bubbled over and gave in to his curiosity.
"Where are your parents?"
"They are dead I think. I was told they were killed during a fight for Middle Earth a few years back." She didn't know why she told him. She just did. As she had never told anyone else.
"Where do you live now?"
"Here. I was kindly taken in and cared for."
"Oh."
Another question popped into his mind before he could fully digest what she was saying.
"Why were you weeping, Aeryn of nowhere?"
Aeryn tried desperately to keep her lip from trembling, but, like always, she couldn't bluff when she felt so many emotions swimming inside her head.
"They wouldn't let me play with them. . . All I wanted was one try at Elven Tag! Honest! I had never played before and it looked so terribly fun, I wanted to learn how to play." She turned away, afraid she might see the disgust in his eyes as she had seen in the other children's.
His brow furrowed. What would keep Rathien and the others from letting her play? From all he could see, there was nothing wrong with her.
"Why would they not let you play?"
". . . because of my eyes. Because I'm different."
She turned to look at him now, half-hoping he wouldn't leave her as others had. As so many others had. It surprised her to see the restrained anger in them, turning his eyes to a dark cobalt.
"That was it?!? That's why they wouldn't let you play Elven Tag? Simply unjust!"
Growling, Legolas started stalking his way back to the playground.
"Rathien needs to be taught a lesson!"
Panicking, Aeryn grabbed his arm to stop him, only to find herself dragged along.
"No! Don't! I beg of you kind sir, please don't tell Rathien off! He'll hate me even more. . . " Her arms dropped to her sides in silent surrender. "I don't want anyone to hate me more. . . all I want is a friend. Is that too much to ask for Legolas?"
That stopped him. Anger vanished, Legolas turned to face the sniffling elf. Her long dark hair covered her face, hiding everything.
"No, that's not too much to ask for. I'll be your friend Aeryn."
If she wouldn't have looked up then, she looked up now, her eyes watery and hopeful.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Promise? Forever?" She held out her pinky finger, her face flushed with excitement. Aeryn of nowhere was going to have a friend. Wow.
"Promise." Their pinkies shook and their bond of friendship started.
End of Chapter I : Reviews please! No flames however, I do not appreciate those much. This whole chapter is of Legolas and Aeryn as children, not as adults! The next chapter will begin with both Elves grown up, around 2500 years of age. (Young for an elf)
Psst, as for the review from LadyTremere, I've edited the Chapter for her. However, Elven Tag is different than just normal tag so. . . I'll just leave that be. Thanks so much for the reviews guys! I really appreciate it! Don't worry, there will be more flashbacks of Aeryn and Legolas's childhood as the story progresses on.
Preview of Chapter II :
"So unjust of you Legolas!"
Fuming, a few degrees above rage, Aeryn glared at Legolas's back, hoping he could feel the hole her eyes were burning there. He merely laughed. Typical.
"There ,there fair Aeryn, no need to get upset over a game of archery."
"But you cheated!" Mumbling, Aeryn ignored his grins and stalked off back to her room, her dark chestnut hair swirling fiercely behind her. It was payback time.
An Echo of Tears - Outcasted Shadow
Chapter I : Aeryn
The muffled sounds of weeping echoed across the lush green lands of Mirkwood. With the wind as the guide, the echoes made their way into a young elf's sensitive ears. All curiosity, the elf scrambled over thick layers of moss and dodged the swinging branches of leafy trees. Worrying over trampling any seedlings in his hurry, the youngster almost failed to see the small shadowy figure huddled beneath a prickly pine tree. Sidling closer, the child hesitated, then called out to the quivering creature.
"May I ask why you are weeping? For, your lonely sounds echo across the forests of Mirkwood and distresses those whose ears can catch on to your sobs."
The creature, without breaking rhythm, simply curled into a tighter ball and wailed, decidedly ignoring the polite young elf. Sighing, the youngster sat down next to the sobbing mass and crossed his legs, indian-style. Soon afterwards, as the young elf had cleverly calculated, the weeping ceased to nothing and the creature uncurled from its ball of misery.
Roughly pushing aside the hood of its cloak, the creature turned around to stare at the newcomer intruding on its territory.
With surprise, the youngster found himself faced with a female elf child barely older than he was with the most unusual eyes he'd ever seen. Both big and wet with glassy tears, one eye was the colour of leaves in the summer whilst the other eye was the colour of spring violets. Currently, both eyes were watching him owlishly, a frown defiant on her face.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice slightly a pitch higher than necessary.
"Legolas of Mirkwood Forest."
Silent, she examined him. Tall, gracefully so, with golden hair and big blue eyes. The perfect golden boy. Probably become a heartbreaker someday when he was older. With a smirk, she pondered whether or not she should respond.
"Aeryn. Aeryn of nowhere for I do not know where I come from."
He could tell the words saddened her for her eyes dimmed slightly. Her answer, he decided, was satisfactory. Practically flooded with questions, he bubbled over and gave in to his curiosity.
"Where are your parents?"
"They are dead I think. I was told they were killed during a fight for Middle Earth a few years back." She didn't know why she told him. She just did. As she had never told anyone else.
"Where do you live now?"
"Here. I was kindly taken in and cared for."
"Oh."
Another question popped into his mind before he could fully digest what she was saying.
"Why were you weeping, Aeryn of nowhere?"
Aeryn tried desperately to keep her lip from trembling, but, like always, she couldn't bluff when she felt so many emotions swimming inside her head.
"They wouldn't let me play with them. . . All I wanted was one try at Elven Tag! Honest! I had never played before and it looked so terribly fun, I wanted to learn how to play." She turned away, afraid she might see the disgust in his eyes as she had seen in the other children's.
His brow furrowed. What would keep Rathien and the others from letting her play? From all he could see, there was nothing wrong with her.
"Why would they not let you play?"
". . . because of my eyes. Because I'm different."
She turned to look at him now, half-hoping he wouldn't leave her as others had. As so many others had. It surprised her to see the restrained anger in them, turning his eyes to a dark cobalt.
"That was it?!? That's why they wouldn't let you play Elven Tag? Simply unjust!"
Growling, Legolas started stalking his way back to the playground.
"Rathien needs to be taught a lesson!"
Panicking, Aeryn grabbed his arm to stop him, only to find herself dragged along.
"No! Don't! I beg of you kind sir, please don't tell Rathien off! He'll hate me even more. . . " Her arms dropped to her sides in silent surrender. "I don't want anyone to hate me more. . . all I want is a friend. Is that too much to ask for Legolas?"
That stopped him. Anger vanished, Legolas turned to face the sniffling elf. Her long dark hair covered her face, hiding everything.
"No, that's not too much to ask for. I'll be your friend Aeryn."
If she wouldn't have looked up then, she looked up now, her eyes watery and hopeful.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Promise? Forever?" She held out her pinky finger, her face flushed with excitement. Aeryn of nowhere was going to have a friend. Wow.
"Promise." Their pinkies shook and their bond of friendship started.
End of Chapter I : Reviews please! No flames however, I do not appreciate those much. This whole chapter is of Legolas and Aeryn as children, not as adults! The next chapter will begin with both Elves grown up, around 2500 years of age. (Young for an elf)
Psst, as for the review from LadyTremere, I've edited the Chapter for her. However, Elven Tag is different than just normal tag so. . . I'll just leave that be. Thanks so much for the reviews guys! I really appreciate it! Don't worry, there will be more flashbacks of Aeryn and Legolas's childhood as the story progresses on.
Preview of Chapter II :
"So unjust of you Legolas!"
Fuming, a few degrees above rage, Aeryn glared at Legolas's back, hoping he could feel the hole her eyes were burning there. He merely laughed. Typical.
"There ,there fair Aeryn, no need to get upset over a game of archery."
"But you cheated!" Mumbling, Aeryn ignored his grins and stalked off back to her room, her dark chestnut hair swirling fiercely behind her. It was payback time.